Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2020 23:16:22 GMT -7
A wrestling convention was being held at the Savannah Civic Center in Georgia and many wrestlers were invited, including Ursula Von Rossbach. The appearance was one that paid, naturally, as the event holder did these annually in every city in the world. It was not the pay, however that brought the Lady Terminator to these events. Early in her career, she turned down such invitations on the basis that she did not feel she belonged. Even now as she walked through the staging area behind the curtains that lead to the convention hall itself, she felt like the odd woman out. She knew many of the faces there, paying them a cursory nod as a distant greeting but not really conversing with any of them.
It wasn't until a few years ago that she began attending them at all. Even as she sat down at a table separated at six feet by her peers and behind a plastic shield due to the rules regarding the global pandemic with a silver marker and dark dark six by nine photographs of herself ready to sign, she found it hard to believe anyone loved or respected her. Yet one by one, fans came to her and gushed with stories of how she inspired them to work out or better their lives in some manner. She maintained the cold, cordial veneer with each autograph signed and yet they left happy despite never once cracking a smile or showing any signs of happiness.
Among them, one stands out. A young girl, apparently seventeen in age, with long jet black hair and well defined muscle in her arms and shoulders approaches her table. She seemed shy and somewhat awkward. With nervous hands she holds a small notebook with an old stock photograph of 'Ursula The Great' upon it. The Lady Terminator looks at her slimmer past staring back at her and fights back the urge to be disgusted at her younger, weaker self. She turns her focus to the young girl wearing an older "Von Terminator" T-shirt and jeans.
"Ms. Ursula," she greets with a high pitched, southern accented voice that cracks appropriately for her age, "I am a huge fan. I've been watching you since Atlantic City Entertainment."
Ursula quirks her brow, regarding the young girl for a moment.
"Really, you must have been quite little at the time," she replies coolie.
The young girl nods, brushing back strands of black hair from her face.
"I was seven going on eight at the time, ma'am," she answers.
Accepting the answer, the Lady Terminator gives an accepting nod.
"I see. What is your name?"
"Cadence. Cadence Abernathy."
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Abernathy. Would you prefer an eight by nine autograph or have you brought me something to sign?"
She steps forward and places the notebook on the table through the open slot.
"They said you were a monster, but I don't think anyone understood you, Ms. Ursula," she said as she did so, adding, "I've watched your career and you inspired me to work out and be a stronger person. I never saw you as evil, even when you worked with bad people. I always thought you were pushed because nobody gave you a chance. You were different and I'm glad to see that you're finally getting what you were due all those years ago. Now they see the real you coming out."
As she listened, Ursula had already signed her name with a flourish across the front of the black binder. Something however, told her to open it and she did. The girl beams brightly with pride as Ursula flips through each page, adorned with pictures of herself throughout her career with notes written by hand on scraps of paper in the binder sleeves. She had changed so much over those years and while she did not show it, she was even a bit moved that someone had gone through this much trouble to catalog her life with such bright and flowery descriptions of moments of failure and triumph. There were also photos of the girl working out next to publicity stills of Ursula doing the same.
"I want to be like you someday, Ma'am."
That statement stung a bit and there is a visible tension in her. She flips the book shut and pushes it back towards Cadence. Slowly, The Lady Terminator's head lifts, those eyes finding Cadence's own.
"No, I do not think you would like being me, Ms. Abernathy, but do continue your efforts of self improvement and do not stop. Accomplish your goals and fulfill your dreams."
Cadence smiles brightly at her idol.
"I want to be a pro wrestler!"
Ursula slowly nods her head.
"If that is what you wish."
The young girl fights back the urge to squeal with delight, maintaining her composure with great effort.
"Thank you, Ms. Ursula."
She then turns and sprints away from the table. The sudden smell of alcohol and sweat fills her nostrils as an older man approaches the table. Balding, dark haired, fat, and dressed like a slob in a ratty Hawaiian shirt and worn blue Dockers, he meets all the criteria for the type of person Ursula despises on principle.
"Wait a minute, you ain't Justina America!" the man barks at her.
"Correct. You stand before someone with actual talent," Ursula replies coolie to the drunk.
"You look like a fuck ugly man!"
"Is that so? I certainly am more manly than you, but that is hardly a challenge when Princess Mononoke apparently has more testosterone than you."
The man sputters, becoming instantly belligerent with the Lady Terminator.
"I'll kick your drag queen ass!"
It is at that moment, Ursula finally smiles.
"Judging by the girth of your waistline and the amount of sweat pouring down your brow just from the effort required to form a thought and compounded by the fact that I doubt very much that you could lift your foot higher than your knee, I would wager that you would be gassed in less than thirty seconds and a stiff breeze would finish you off without me laying a finger upon you."
She rose to her full height, easily matching the man before her. It seemed common sense was actually winning out over his addled mind as she could see sudden fear in his eyes.
"Now, I ask you to politely leave my line, preferably before I destroy you."
The fans lined up behind him were in awe of this showdown, Ursula Von Rossbach bringing every ounce of her fearsome, withering gaze upon this man. Wisely, he backs away from the table.
"I'm sorry."
"I know you are, now get out of my sight."
He quickly back pedals, tripping on his way from her table and quickly vanishing into the crowd. The line at her table applauds and she merely sits down, giving the watch on her wrist a quick look. With two hours left to go, she sighs and motions the next one forward.
Later that evening...
With the convention coming to a close, Ursula steps out into the back lot as one of the last wrestlers to leave. It's a rare moment of her guard being down that allowed for an unusual circumstance. As she unlocks her rental car, she hears the cocking of a revolver.
"Can't destroy me if I got a gun, bitch," came the familiar voice of a certain drunk convention goer. Dropping her duffel, she puts her hands up, then turns around to see that she is quite correct in her assumption. He stands well out of her range and to cross the distance would undoubtedly end with her potentially taking a bullet from the blued snub-nosed .38 revolver in his hand. It is not a chance she is willing to make unless he could get closer.
"So you have the drop on me," Ursula finally says.
"Yeah I do, drag Queen! You humiliated me in front of all those people in the convention center so now," He pauses, reaching into his pocket to pull out a cell phone. Ursula watches his thumb dance on the screen as he unlocks the device and starts his camera app rolling.
"We're going to play a little game. You're gonna' strip for me in this parking lot. Let's see if you really are just another man with fake tits and a small dick or a really ugly woman," he says with an evil laugh.
His eyes avert as he loses himself to the laughter and in a flash, Ursula crosses the distance. His eyes widen and before he can even pull the trigger, she has the gun in her hand, gripped and twisted in such a manner that his wrist is broken along with his trigger finger and thumb. She palm strikes his nose, breaking it, followed with a chop to the throat, and a powerful blow to his chest while kicking his leg out from under him. She falls with him, driving her knee into his chest and cracking his face with her fist twice. He crumples, succumbing to unconscious.
"What a pity," Ursula says as she rises from him. A sudden gasp catches her attention and she sees young Cadence Abernathy staring on in shock.
"Be a dear and dial 911, Ms. Abernathy."
The teenager fumbles with her phone, clearly in awe of what she just witnessed and does just that. A police report and arrest later, Ursula finds herself alone with Cadence.
"Thank you, Ms. Abernathy," Ursula says.
"It was not problem, Ms. Ursula," Cadence says while chuckles with nervousness.
Ursula notices the girl's clothes are a bit worn and her shoes look quite run down as if she has been walking a great deal. On her back a traveler's back pack. The young girl has the smell of the road on her.
"Do your parents know that you are here, alone, Cadence?" She asks.
Cadence slowly shakes her head.
"I left home weeks ago. Been trying to get to Omega Academy down in Florida to learn how to wrestle and be like you."
Ursula regards the young woman for a moment. There is a hint of sadness in her eyes that quickly vanishes before it is registered.
"I would not recommend you being me. Instead, be yourself. There is already one Ursula Von Rossbach. There are no Cadence Abernathy's in professional wrestling."
She looks up at Ursula with a saddened expression.
"I'm boring. Nobody wants to see me. You're a huge star! People line up to see you."
UVR places her hand on Cadence's shoulder.
"They wish to see the spectacle, not the person behind the machine, Ms. Abernathy. I assure you that you would make a far interesting wrestler with enough training and practice."
As the teenager is about to protest further, Ursula holds a hand up.
"When you arrive at Omega Academy, give them this card."
Reaching into the pocket of her black pants, Ursula pulls out one of her business cards and hands it to Cadence.
"I shall pay for your training, but under the condition that you promise me to be anyone else but me."
Her eyes widen with shock and disbelief.
"You'd do that for me, Ms. Ursula?"
The Lady Terminator removes her hand from Cadence's shoulder, straightening her stance.
"Tell no one."
Ursula then turns and walks away.
"Thank you so much, Ursula Von Rossbach! I said you weren't a monster and I was right!"
She gathers up her duffel bag, opens the door to her car and tosses it in, then slides into the driver's seat. With a push of a button, Ursula starts the car and drives off.
"I assure you that I am a monster, Ms. Abernathy," She says softly to herself as she leaves the teenager behind.
It wasn't until a few years ago that she began attending them at all. Even as she sat down at a table separated at six feet by her peers and behind a plastic shield due to the rules regarding the global pandemic with a silver marker and dark dark six by nine photographs of herself ready to sign, she found it hard to believe anyone loved or respected her. Yet one by one, fans came to her and gushed with stories of how she inspired them to work out or better their lives in some manner. She maintained the cold, cordial veneer with each autograph signed and yet they left happy despite never once cracking a smile or showing any signs of happiness.
Among them, one stands out. A young girl, apparently seventeen in age, with long jet black hair and well defined muscle in her arms and shoulders approaches her table. She seemed shy and somewhat awkward. With nervous hands she holds a small notebook with an old stock photograph of 'Ursula The Great' upon it. The Lady Terminator looks at her slimmer past staring back at her and fights back the urge to be disgusted at her younger, weaker self. She turns her focus to the young girl wearing an older "Von Terminator" T-shirt and jeans.
"Ms. Ursula," she greets with a high pitched, southern accented voice that cracks appropriately for her age, "I am a huge fan. I've been watching you since Atlantic City Entertainment."
Ursula quirks her brow, regarding the young girl for a moment.
"Really, you must have been quite little at the time," she replies coolie.
The young girl nods, brushing back strands of black hair from her face.
"I was seven going on eight at the time, ma'am," she answers.
Accepting the answer, the Lady Terminator gives an accepting nod.
"I see. What is your name?"
"Cadence. Cadence Abernathy."
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Abernathy. Would you prefer an eight by nine autograph or have you brought me something to sign?"
She steps forward and places the notebook on the table through the open slot.
"They said you were a monster, but I don't think anyone understood you, Ms. Ursula," she said as she did so, adding, "I've watched your career and you inspired me to work out and be a stronger person. I never saw you as evil, even when you worked with bad people. I always thought you were pushed because nobody gave you a chance. You were different and I'm glad to see that you're finally getting what you were due all those years ago. Now they see the real you coming out."
As she listened, Ursula had already signed her name with a flourish across the front of the black binder. Something however, told her to open it and she did. The girl beams brightly with pride as Ursula flips through each page, adorned with pictures of herself throughout her career with notes written by hand on scraps of paper in the binder sleeves. She had changed so much over those years and while she did not show it, she was even a bit moved that someone had gone through this much trouble to catalog her life with such bright and flowery descriptions of moments of failure and triumph. There were also photos of the girl working out next to publicity stills of Ursula doing the same.
"I want to be like you someday, Ma'am."
That statement stung a bit and there is a visible tension in her. She flips the book shut and pushes it back towards Cadence. Slowly, The Lady Terminator's head lifts, those eyes finding Cadence's own.
"No, I do not think you would like being me, Ms. Abernathy, but do continue your efforts of self improvement and do not stop. Accomplish your goals and fulfill your dreams."
Cadence smiles brightly at her idol.
"I want to be a pro wrestler!"
Ursula slowly nods her head.
"If that is what you wish."
The young girl fights back the urge to squeal with delight, maintaining her composure with great effort.
"Thank you, Ms. Ursula."
She then turns and sprints away from the table. The sudden smell of alcohol and sweat fills her nostrils as an older man approaches the table. Balding, dark haired, fat, and dressed like a slob in a ratty Hawaiian shirt and worn blue Dockers, he meets all the criteria for the type of person Ursula despises on principle.
"Wait a minute, you ain't Justina America!" the man barks at her.
"Correct. You stand before someone with actual talent," Ursula replies coolie to the drunk.
"You look like a fuck ugly man!"
"Is that so? I certainly am more manly than you, but that is hardly a challenge when Princess Mononoke apparently has more testosterone than you."
The man sputters, becoming instantly belligerent with the Lady Terminator.
"I'll kick your drag queen ass!"
It is at that moment, Ursula finally smiles.
"Judging by the girth of your waistline and the amount of sweat pouring down your brow just from the effort required to form a thought and compounded by the fact that I doubt very much that you could lift your foot higher than your knee, I would wager that you would be gassed in less than thirty seconds and a stiff breeze would finish you off without me laying a finger upon you."
She rose to her full height, easily matching the man before her. It seemed common sense was actually winning out over his addled mind as she could see sudden fear in his eyes.
"Now, I ask you to politely leave my line, preferably before I destroy you."
The fans lined up behind him were in awe of this showdown, Ursula Von Rossbach bringing every ounce of her fearsome, withering gaze upon this man. Wisely, he backs away from the table.
"I'm sorry."
"I know you are, now get out of my sight."
He quickly back pedals, tripping on his way from her table and quickly vanishing into the crowd. The line at her table applauds and she merely sits down, giving the watch on her wrist a quick look. With two hours left to go, she sighs and motions the next one forward.
Later that evening...
With the convention coming to a close, Ursula steps out into the back lot as one of the last wrestlers to leave. It's a rare moment of her guard being down that allowed for an unusual circumstance. As she unlocks her rental car, she hears the cocking of a revolver.
"Can't destroy me if I got a gun, bitch," came the familiar voice of a certain drunk convention goer. Dropping her duffel, she puts her hands up, then turns around to see that she is quite correct in her assumption. He stands well out of her range and to cross the distance would undoubtedly end with her potentially taking a bullet from the blued snub-nosed .38 revolver in his hand. It is not a chance she is willing to make unless he could get closer.
"So you have the drop on me," Ursula finally says.
"Yeah I do, drag Queen! You humiliated me in front of all those people in the convention center so now," He pauses, reaching into his pocket to pull out a cell phone. Ursula watches his thumb dance on the screen as he unlocks the device and starts his camera app rolling.
"We're going to play a little game. You're gonna' strip for me in this parking lot. Let's see if you really are just another man with fake tits and a small dick or a really ugly woman," he says with an evil laugh.
His eyes avert as he loses himself to the laughter and in a flash, Ursula crosses the distance. His eyes widen and before he can even pull the trigger, she has the gun in her hand, gripped and twisted in such a manner that his wrist is broken along with his trigger finger and thumb. She palm strikes his nose, breaking it, followed with a chop to the throat, and a powerful blow to his chest while kicking his leg out from under him. She falls with him, driving her knee into his chest and cracking his face with her fist twice. He crumples, succumbing to unconscious.
"What a pity," Ursula says as she rises from him. A sudden gasp catches her attention and she sees young Cadence Abernathy staring on in shock.
"Be a dear and dial 911, Ms. Abernathy."
The teenager fumbles with her phone, clearly in awe of what she just witnessed and does just that. A police report and arrest later, Ursula finds herself alone with Cadence.
"Thank you, Ms. Abernathy," Ursula says.
"It was not problem, Ms. Ursula," Cadence says while chuckles with nervousness.
Ursula notices the girl's clothes are a bit worn and her shoes look quite run down as if she has been walking a great deal. On her back a traveler's back pack. The young girl has the smell of the road on her.
"Do your parents know that you are here, alone, Cadence?" She asks.
Cadence slowly shakes her head.
"I left home weeks ago. Been trying to get to Omega Academy down in Florida to learn how to wrestle and be like you."
Ursula regards the young woman for a moment. There is a hint of sadness in her eyes that quickly vanishes before it is registered.
"I would not recommend you being me. Instead, be yourself. There is already one Ursula Von Rossbach. There are no Cadence Abernathy's in professional wrestling."
She looks up at Ursula with a saddened expression.
"I'm boring. Nobody wants to see me. You're a huge star! People line up to see you."
UVR places her hand on Cadence's shoulder.
"They wish to see the spectacle, not the person behind the machine, Ms. Abernathy. I assure you that you would make a far interesting wrestler with enough training and practice."
As the teenager is about to protest further, Ursula holds a hand up.
"When you arrive at Omega Academy, give them this card."
Reaching into the pocket of her black pants, Ursula pulls out one of her business cards and hands it to Cadence.
"I shall pay for your training, but under the condition that you promise me to be anyone else but me."
Her eyes widen with shock and disbelief.
"You'd do that for me, Ms. Ursula?"
The Lady Terminator removes her hand from Cadence's shoulder, straightening her stance.
"Tell no one."
Ursula then turns and walks away.
"Thank you so much, Ursula Von Rossbach! I said you weren't a monster and I was right!"
She gathers up her duffel bag, opens the door to her car and tosses it in, then slides into the driver's seat. With a push of a button, Ursula starts the car and drives off.
"I assure you that I am a monster, Ms. Abernathy," She says softly to herself as she leaves the teenager behind.